You Think You Know 3/?
Disclaimer: I only own Greg's girlfriend, Melanie
Rating: R
Summary: Something is wrong with Greg but no one knows what it is. What happens when Sara finds out and informs the rest of the group? Read and find out. (Summary may change)
Pulling up to the modest town home, Sara stopped. "Its beautiful." She thought, getting her first real look at the place. It was neat, manicured lawn, almost like 1950's cookie cutter home.
Stepping out of the Denali, she slowly made her way up the short walk. Stopping at the large wooden door, she gave a short a knock. She ponder a few short seconds, wondering what she would see, Greg in one of his crazy Manson t-shirts coughing up a lung. Before she could realize this the door opened revealing someone was certainly not her friend and co worker. "Hi, umm im sorry I must have the wrong residence." The brunette politely apologized, about to step away.
"Who is it your looking for?" The red-head offered apologetically, an odd smirk on her face.
"Umm I don't know if you'd know him. Greg. Greg Sanders."
"Oh! Greg, yeah Greg lives here."
"He does? Can I speak to him please?"
Offering a light chuckle Melanie smiled. "Actually my little Greggy is indisposed right now. But ill tell him you stopped by." Greg hearing his name, let out a strangling groan.
Sara's ears peaked, "Is that him?"
"Yes that is, but he's really not up for company, so if you please." No other word was said as Melanie shut the door on the brunettes face.
There was definitely something odd going on in that house, and she was gonna find out.
"How many times have you gone over there when this weird chick was there?" Sara questioned for the thousandth time that night.
"You mean Greg's girlfriend? A few why?" Nick questioned rolling his eyes as he glared at the evidence through the microscope.
"Has she ever done anything weird when you were around her?"
Sighing roughly, the Texan turned to her. "Ok Sara what's goin on here?"
"I think something might be going on at Greg's and I think she might be a part of it."
"What? Sara that's insane Melanie couldn't hurt a fly."
"Nick, Greg was moaning…" She admonished, emotion etching every inch of her face.
"And he also called in sick."
"But…."
"Look Sara…" Nick growled in frustration, turning to look at her straight on. "…I can understand your worry for Greg but the only thing that's going on is that the guy is sick, that's it.
"But…."
"Just go back to work, do what you do best."
"I am Nick, I'm an investigator."
All he could do was shake. Just the mere sight of himself nearly made him sick. The lashing marks Melanie had endured on him the previous day were still bright and bloody. His body looked like a war zone, bruises and redness covered nearly every part of him. It was so bad he wondered how much longer he could hide it. Gently shrugging on a t-shirt, he reached for his pills on the counter. Extracting two he put them on his tongue, swallowing them dry once again he squared his shoulders. "Time for work." He whispered, his eyes drooping slightly, before he turned and walked from the room.
TBC…R&R…I know, I know its been so long since I updated but my life has gotten so messed up that I don't have a set place to stay every night but I finally finished. Hope you like!